There were voices beyond the walls of the house, and he heard some one say:
"Chased from London, eh? What have you been up to now?"
It was the voice of an old man.
There was a laugh in reply, and then Broadbrim heard the voice of Merle Macray:
"What do you think I've done, Danny Minks? Do I look like an assassin? Do I have the appearance of a housebreaker or a ticket-of-leave man, that I should be tracked from London?"
"No, no, Merle, my boy, but why have you been tracked?"
"Go out there and ask the tracker."
"But he's not in Melbourne, I hope?"
"I can't say. I know he's on the road."
"On the water, you mean?"